“My curfew was street lights. My parents didn’t call my cell; they yelled my name. I played outside with friends; NOT online. If I didn’t eat what my mom cooked, then I didn’t eat. Sanitizer didn’t exist, but you COULD get your mouth washed out with soap. I rode a bike without a helmet. Getting dirty was ok, and neighbors gave a darn as much as your parents did. Re-post if you drank from a garden hose and survived.”—
“Cause I was thinkin’ bout a little white tank top,
Sittin’ right there in the middle by me.
I was thinkin’ bout a long kiss,
Man just gotta get goin’ where the night might lead.”—Dierks Bentley, What Was I Thinkin’